Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2007 01:18:47 -0000
From: port_pass
Subject: Thinking back - part 13
Author: Alex, from Portugal
E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com
Feedback much appreciated, off course.
Story with non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if you're not
legally allowed to or if it might disturb you (I don't include any of those
nice disturbances in your crotches, of course).
Part 13
I finally looked back to see who my last rapist was, and was shocked to see
Gil's mulato face grinning at me. I think having Gil fucking me felt even
more miserable and more disgusted at myself. Strangely, it felt worse being
arse-fucked by a boy not much older than me, than by all those grown men. I
was even more ashamed that a boy from my school had witnessed how I had had
to satisfy those men's lewd perverted pleasures, not to mention that I had
had two orgasms induced by their abuse... in fact, one of them by HIS
abuse!
"I knew you'd end up here like all you faggots do, just didn't think it'd
be so soon. I like to come here and let these old perverts get me off, but
I found much better than that this time", he said, slamming his cock deep
inside me a few times to make sure I knew what he meant. Then he chuckled
and gave my nipples a vicious pinch, just to remind me of my position, as
if his big cock buried inside me was not enough. "So you sold us all that
shit about saving your cherry for Vitor and you end up taking cock after
cock up your cunt in a stinking toilet. You certainly are one dirty little
whore!"
"No Gil, you get it all wrong, I don't want to do it, just make me do it,
you know you all made me do it behind the gym this morning". It was strange
how that early incident seemed already so distant, after so many things,
and so much worse, had happened to me all through the day. I insisted that
I wasn't willingly doing all these obscenities I had had to endure, but he
didn't seem to believe me any more than the other men and boys that had
abused me. In fact, it only made him angry that I was still trying to fool
him, as he saw it. "Fucking lying faggot" he snarled at me, "I have just
seen you pop your little load twice just from getting your pussy fucked and
your tits played with. Are we forcing you to do that as well, you sick
pervert?"
There wasn't much I could reply to that, but he didn't give me a chance
either. As soon as he said that, he stopped fucking me for a moment, though
he stayed rock hard and well embedded in my hole, and pulled me up to my
feet. He made me bend over, in the same position I had been twice before to
suck cock from men sitting on the commode, only there was no one sitting
there this time. "I'm going to show you where all you filthy faggots
belong, bitch!" Gil pushed my head further down, into the rank toilet
bowl. I felt sick and tried to pull away from it, but Gil slapped my head
hard and forced me in, with my face almost touching the water inside. "You
stay in there where you belong like the dirty white slut that you are" he
ordered me, restarting to fuck my poor hole, even harder.
"You love my big dark cock up your white cunt, don't you, you white-trash
piece of shit?" His humiliating question showed me how much his contempt
for the faggot he saw in me was heightened by his racial resentment. I
tried to ignore what he said, but I felt his fingers on my swollen nipples,
just rubbing them gently to remind me of how easily he could make them hurt
again and, worse even, how disgracefully my body would respond to it. When
he repeated the question, I didn't hesitate and replied meekly, my voice
echoing from inside the toilet bowl "Yes, Gil, I... I love your cock in my
arse". His fingers pressed lightly, but threateningly, on my nipples, and I
corrected my sentence "... my pussy... I love your cock in my pussy". It
still wasn't enough for him and his fingers rubbed just slightly
harder. Already anticipating the sharp dreaded pain on my sensitive
nipples, I hastily added, "My cunt! Please fuck my cunt; please don't hurt
me, please!"
He laughed triumphantly at my submission and rewarded me with a vicious
slap on my fat buttock. "Oh yes, I know all you white fags love my big
African cock. You're just too proud to admit it." I had avoided the torture
of my nipples, but it felt even worse to realise that I was such a sissy
that, without him even having actually hurt me, I had yielded to his power
and shamed myself into begging for his cock.
To my misfortune, Gil confirmed that he was able to control his cock much
better than any of the other teenagers that had fucked me, and even most of
the men. After all the time he had been fucking me already, his furious
assault on my raw throbbing hole still seemed to last for an eternity,
while he regularly prodded me with a heavy slap on my reddened buttocks and
with all kinds of insults. To make matters worse, I heard men outside the
stall laughing and cheering him, witnessing my degradation through the open
door of the stall, and adding to my misery the fear that they too would
want to defile me with their hard cocks.
Gil was banging me harder and harder and I could only hope it meant that he
was getting closer to empty his teen dark balls. He slammed so hard I
sometimes couldn't avoid being projected forward and having my face dipped
in the water inside the commode. At long last, his loud, deep grunt
announced to me and to the little audience that he was feeding my rectum
another hot batch of man-seed.
When he eventually finished shooting and stopped hammering my arse, I tried
to get up, believing my torment was over, but he roughly shoved my head
back into the toilet bowl. "Not so fast, bitch. I know you are hungry to
lick the slime off my cock like you did to the other guy before, but I
don't want you near my cock with your face all filthy, so we have to give
it a good wash." I only realised what he meant when I heard him pull the
old chain and flush the toilet on me. The unexpected surge of water made me
choke and gag, while his foot on my back made useless all my desperate
efforts to pull out before it was all finished.
At last he let me raise myself from the toilet bowl. My face and hair were
soaked wet, as well as the top of my t-shirt. I must have looked like a
wet, dumb chicken as he pulled me by my dripping hair and shoved his dirty
cock in my mouth. As revolting as it was, I admit I was getting used even
to that by now, being the third time I had to lick clean a filthy cock just
pulled out of my own arse-hole.
The worst part was that his cock had hardly subsided after he came and
quickly got hard again. I soon passed from cleaning it to having my throat
raped by his erect 20cm [8"] shaft for the second time that same day, with
a mean arse-fuck between the to blowjobs.
By the corner of my eye, I could see three older men outside the stall,
cheering Gil and enjoying my involuntary obscene performance, while jerking
their own cocks at the same time. One of them, a white-haired old
gentleman, even approached us and shot his cum all over my face and hair;
then the other two eventually did the same, while Gil just kept pounding my
loose aching throat. I was disgusted for receiving their slimy sperm on me,
but at the same time I was happy that they were shooting as that meant that
hopefully they wouldn't be wanting to use me next.
Fortunately, Gil didn't take as long to shoot as I might fear, considering
he had just dumped a load in my arse (and a first one in my throat in the
morning). I am sure he could have held on longer, but maybe he had pity on
my misery or, more likely, it was getting late for him. He too decided not
to feed me his sperm this time and instead splashed the whole hot slimy
load over my face and my hair.
I was so relieved that he had finally cum that the contentment must have
showed on my slimy face. Misinterpreting it, he patted my head and
pretended to "console" me with an ominous warning. "Don't worry, faggot,
there's a lot more where that came from and you'll be getting plenty of it
from now on."
The future was, nevertheless, the least of my worries. Right now, I just
wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I hurriedly scuffled for my
trousers and slid into them. My briefs were soaked in water (or piss...)
from the wet floor, so I didn't even bother to pick them up. My trousers
had big wet stains too, but I had no choice but to put them on.
For a second I considered going to a wash-basin and cleaning myself up,
which was the intention behind the unhappy decision to go there in the
first place, but I was too afraid of staying there and ended up running out
with cum still dripping on my face, looking even more disgusting than
before I came in. In a safe dark corner behind the station, all I could
think of was to use my t-shirt to clean myself up some. It made it even
dirtier, but I was well past worrying about that by now.
At last, still trembling after all that I had been through, I headed for
the bus stop. As I turned the corner and approached it, I saw Gil waiting
there and I knew he would take the same bus, so I hastily hid myself from
him. The bus arrived just a couple of minutes later, but I had to let it go
to avoid travelling with Gil and having to endure God knows what more.
This meant I now had to wait for a another half-hour for the next bus,
trying to keep out of sight from anyone while I was making time, which at
least had the advantage of ensuring I was almost dry by the time the bus
arrived. It was practically empty, which reminded me of how late it now was
and that I would have to explain my delay and my miserable condition at
home.